OK, I have created a blog! The depths of my procrastination know no limits. Here's the quickest of quick whistle-stop tours to me, myself, and I. 22 year old MA student studying Renaissance and 18th Century Literature at the University of Liverpool, I gained a First Class degree in English from the University of Chester in 2008, and am going back there to start a PhD in October. I've got blacky blue hair, green eyes, and a penchant for 'body disfiguration' if my mother's to be believed (9 piercings, 1 tattoo). I'm living in Liverpool at the moment in what I like to call a cell (about 8 feet by 6, with a built in desk, wardrobe, and a randomly placed chair). Right now I'm sipping on a well-earned Zubrowka and apple juice, finding another way to waste time that should be spent on my dissertation. Incidentally, for the dissertation, I'm writing about how an 18th century writer Charlotte Smith exerts textual authority: I'm really enjoying it, she's a fascinating woman. She puts my life in a lot of perspective. She had a twat of a husband who left her for some French tottie, 10 kids, and no cash: she wrote poems, novels, and a play in order to sustain her family. Makes me feel rather guilty for complaining about faded hair colour.
I've got a soul-destroying part-time job at a local kids' playcentre where I make coffees, wait on, take orders, and get spoken down to like I'm a 12 year old retard. Example: the boss is the most picky, ridiculous man I have ever met, who hates the way that EVERYONE makes his coffees. Even though they're made correctly. I made him a latte a while ago, he came out and spoke verrrrry slowwwlly to me explaining that 'a cappucino is the one with the froth. A latte is a milky coffee'. I used up a lot of self-control that day.
When I'm not pandering to his and the rest of the place's patheticness, I can usually be found in the university library (solar-powerered, bright couches, coffee machine, shit loads of books = my idea of heaven). My dissertation's on track, I'm about to start my 3rd chapter which will keep me on course to have it all drafted by the end of the month. I'm also working on a conference paper that I'll be giving on the 9th September, a short story that may or may not be finished for a competition deadline on the 1st September, and an abstract for a publication which is due on Saturday. I'm dying for a career in academia, and am trying desperately hard to get a leg up at this early stage. I've spoken at two conferences so far: the one next month will make it 3. I've got fingers in 2 pies for possible publications; one which I'm sending in an abstract for, and the other I just have to send in a completed article. Exciting stuff! I'm on a constant overload at the moment, but that's just the way my year's been. If I stop I think I may collapse! Whenever I have free time, I also write poetry (have only written 4 poems since September, due to lack of time!!). I'm a big big fan of cathartic writing: I was introduced to this concept by some woman I randomly started talking to on facebook, and immediately fell for it. It helps me a lot: I think it's something about the organising of disorganised thoughts that just works.
Rightio, I think that's the tour over and done with! I'll be around and about soon to start writing about proper things!!
I've got a soul-destroying part-time job at a local kids' playcentre where I make coffees, wait on, take orders, and get spoken down to like I'm a 12 year old retard. Example: the boss is the most picky, ridiculous man I have ever met, who hates the way that EVERYONE makes his coffees. Even though they're made correctly. I made him a latte a while ago, he came out and spoke verrrrry slowwwlly to me explaining that 'a cappucino is the one with the froth. A latte is a milky coffee'. I used up a lot of self-control that day.
When I'm not pandering to his and the rest of the place's patheticness, I can usually be found in the university library (solar-powerered, bright couches, coffee machine, shit loads of books = my idea of heaven). My dissertation's on track, I'm about to start my 3rd chapter which will keep me on course to have it all drafted by the end of the month. I'm also working on a conference paper that I'll be giving on the 9th September, a short story that may or may not be finished for a competition deadline on the 1st September, and an abstract for a publication which is due on Saturday. I'm dying for a career in academia, and am trying desperately hard to get a leg up at this early stage. I've spoken at two conferences so far: the one next month will make it 3. I've got fingers in 2 pies for possible publications; one which I'm sending in an abstract for, and the other I just have to send in a completed article. Exciting stuff! I'm on a constant overload at the moment, but that's just the way my year's been. If I stop I think I may collapse! Whenever I have free time, I also write poetry (have only written 4 poems since September, due to lack of time!!). I'm a big big fan of cathartic writing: I was introduced to this concept by some woman I randomly started talking to on facebook, and immediately fell for it. It helps me a lot: I think it's something about the organising of disorganised thoughts that just works.
Rightio, I think that's the tour over and done with! I'll be around and about soon to start writing about proper things!!
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